~Dreams Made of Dust~

I reached out

In midnight dreams

To simply touch your hair

But you weren’t there

And this ache in my soul

Makes me feel so damned old

My once beating heart

Growing evermore cold

And I don’t care

Let it sink

Let it drown

Let them all shut me down

I’ll be okay

In my innermost mind

Where we still dance and we dream and our souls intertwine

Waking day never really mattered anyway.

Originally written March 9, 2020

By Erin de Blois

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